The Faded Paradox

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The Faded Paradox

The rain fell on the roof of the bus like a thousand fingernails tapping a secret rhythm. It was the kind of rain that does not wash but stains, turning the gravel of the A-road into a slurry of grey mud. Inside, the air smelled of wet wool and stale coffee. Elias sat in the back corner, his shoulders hunched against the cold. He wore a coat that had been fashionable ten years ago, now faded to...

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